Thursday, January 17, 2008

Into Falka

FALKA, pronounced as Folka, is a name of a village deep in the interior jungles of West Tripura. Located at the hill top bordering Amarpur, the area lies inaccessible by roads, and as time passes, it has become the safe refuge of the so called militants. Few dared to go there unprotected.The hill is clearly visible from a distance, alluring and mysterious. Ever since my eyes fell on the lonely hill, I felt the call of the wilderness deep in the heart...and as days passed, by a stroke of luck I somehow made arrangements with the Assam Rifles and got a ticket to the long awaited journey to was an exhilirating journey, long and ardous, almost daunting task to climb to the summit ...ooh, what a walk, what an effort, what a great feeling behind all the risk and the dangers that could have befell us that day..we reached the summit after a long long walk, and took a long long rest. The events that took place still remains clear to me...the prisoner and his crying wife, the fear and awestruck villagers, the coolness of the man apprehended, the hard cold eyes of the jawans and the long journey back home, into the jungle, thru the long cold streams, the food we ate, and most of all the great escape of the young father who could not bear the thought of being behind bars for several years, maybe...The risk he took, the search and all the confusions, the angry jawans and their polished Kalashnikovs..ohh i watched with rapt was over a soon as it began, the prisoner has escaped and is not found.

The sun was almost setting, it was so beautiful from the hill, I tasted a bit of the life I have lost long was a rare moment that nature offered to her loved ones, i felt lucky to be alive, happy to be a free dreamer in this troubled human world. Nature goes on, undisturbed and serene, it is US who have made all these choas, i wondered and the dream continued., As a human, we get to experience Falka sometimes, a dreamy land, far from human civilization, a place we dream about, where secrets lies with risks to take and dangers to meet, I thought. There are places like Falka which is worth the risk..after all, life without risk has no fun, no excitement, no meaning. Falka will remain a dream to me, a place of self realization, a trek to the heart of human nature amidst human darknesss...Maybe, someday, I'll climb that hill and see myself again clearly...until then, let me dream my dreams. Come to Falka with me.

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